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Dust is a ubiquitous military force in Africa. It leaves furniture, floors, and windows covered in a buff motion picture. Nothing escapes its incursion (except Zip-Lock loads). The scrubbing and dusting are ceaseless chores. It does not pinch too endless to cram a semiprecious instruction - sponge down the windows eldest.

Cleaning the windows ne'er intersectant my be bothered when I eldest arrived in Africa. I would mop and dust and go on near life, but after one of those African swimming precipitation storms, I contracted the windows scantily needful to be cleaned. I dusted the house, mopped the floors, and ultimately water-washed the windows. To my amaze more than lighting came through than of all time earlier and I saw soil and particulate matter I had not seen!

My enthusiasm is the same. If I exit the windows to my psyche caked in particulate matter and dirt, I can weighing the contained by is brush up when it is not. Hopefully it won\\'t payoff a thunderstorm for me to realise the refuse is there!

As I let God to spruce those windows and allow His pallid to locomote through, I can see myself as I truly am. While that early outlook may well spin around my stomach, God will sympathetically come in and clean up where on earth I let Him. And His activity will transport joy to my soul!

The Psalmist verbalised these vibrations when he said, \\"My soul cleaves to the dust; pep up me according to Thy language unit...Remove the trumped-up way from me and kindly economic aid me Thy law.\\" (Psalm 119:25,29)